peaches

I'm aiming for this blog to be a place where people send in their thoughts and concepts, and I write small drabbles in response <3

this blog is an 18+ space, minors do not interact!!

warnings: anxiety, comfort

stepping out of your bedroom, you caught sight of a familiar fabric meeting broad shoulders, leaning up against the arm of the sofa. from your position, you could see his legs, drawn up so they'd fit, encased in his regular cargoes, stretched tight across his thighs.

whenever könig was feeling anxious, even at home with you, he'd sometimes put his mask back on. it offered some level of security, and he could relax a little under its cover. he'd explained this to you while squeezing your hand, reassuring that it's never any fault of yours. he just needed it sometimes.

moving forward, you walk into his eyeline, turning so your body is facing him. his eyes widen as they lock with yours. this makes you frown a little, as you guessed he had been so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear your approach. you reach out slowly, giving him time to stop you. your hand presses to the back of his head, moving down to smooth the fabric over his hair.

his eyes flutter as he leans into your touch.

"you okay? woke up without you."

he shakes his head minutely, his eyes shiny and seemingly extra pale against his dark mask.

oftentimes when he was in this state, it was best to let him be, and he finds you again when he's ready. dropping your hand from his head, you give him a gentle smile and a small nod, you turn to head to the kitchen, thoughts of getting him some water and food running through your head, something he forgets when he's feeling anxious. before you can take a step away, you feel a large hand grip your wrist, tightening slightly.

twisting back, you notice that he had shifted his body up to reach you, his black tee stretching a little over his chest.

"schatz."

his voice was quiet and scratchy, strained from having not been used for hours. his hold on you loosened, his hands falling to his thighs. in a stuttered, awkward motion, he lets his legs fall open, creating a space between. his eyes implore to yours, glossy with emotion. it takes you a moment, but you understand the prompt. climbing between his legs, you settle your body against his. your head rests on his shoulder with your arm reaching across his chest.

immediately, his arms come up, wrapping around your body, holding you to him. the comforting feeling of his arms around you relaxes you, and you take a deep breath. könig mirrors you, his chest rising as the air rushes into his lungs.

it takes a few minutes of snuggling, but eventually, könig takes another deep breath before lifting one hand to remove his mask, dropping it on the floor. his arm quickly readjusts back around you, squeezing a little. you tilt your head up a little, pressing a small kiss to his jaw.

"feeling better?"

his low hum in response rumbles against your cheek and you can't hold back the little smile that spreads across your face. he turns his head to gratefully press his lips against your temple.

when you and connor kissed for the first time, it was before either of you had even begun to acknowledge the mutual feelings towards eachother.

droopy eyes fluttering shut as his lips close around your nipple, tongue licking over the hot skin. the way he suckles gently making your heart swell. seeing your wso boyfriend so comfortable and relaxed filling you with happiness. he wraps himself around you, pressing himself as close as he can get while he starts to fall asleep.

pulling him to sit beside you, you pressed his hand down to the table as you carefully painted the first coat on his nails. clearly excited by the entire experience, he began waving his hands around as he talked to you.

"yuto! don't touch anything, you could mess it up, and I have to paint another coat!"

a slight pout upon his lips, he reluctantly keeps his hands on the table, fingers splayed comically. his smile didn't leave his face as you painted the second coat on. he almost seemed enamoured, fascinated by the whole process.

a couple days later, you were sitting in the kitchen, enjoying the notes floating into the room from the living room where yuto was playing guitar. as the song trailed off, you heard a wail of despair. raising an eyebrow, you waited for yuto to come to you.

he didn't disappoint, his large form entering the kitchen. his hand was held in front of you, his face frowning.

"y/n! look, my nail polish chipped!"

holding his hand in yours, you smiled gently, tipping your head back to look at him.

"yuto, it's fine, I can just repaint it."

his eyes widened as he looked back down at it. he sighs in relief before grinning at you.

"can we go fix it now?"

you do as he asks, letting him go with a warning to be more careful if he wants it to last longer. he nods, heading back into the living room. the song is softer, more gently played. after it ends, the house is silent for a moment before you hear a sheepish call of your name.

disclaimer, this is totally inspired by another writer, who's user I can't remember :( they did the same thing, but with members of txt.

forehead kisses

lucas pulled your sobbing figure close, his long arms wrapping around your shoulders. he murmurs small reassurances to you, his low voice filling your ears. his hands run up and down your back, firmly holding you against him, so you can't move away. comforted by him, your sobs quiet, replaced by ocassional sniffles. he leans back, looking at your tear streaked face as his head dips to press a soft kiss to your forehead. he smiles at you asking if you're feeling better before pulling you back into his chest once he's recieved your confirmation.

neck kisses

lucas's large form was half laying on you, his arm around your waist. one leg was tangled in yours, the length far extending yours. his head was buried in your neck, his soft breaths tickling your skin. unsure whether he was awake or not, you decided to run your fingers through his hair, seeing if he'd stir. he doesn't move, but you feel his head shift, feeling his lips against your warm skin. he kisses your neck gently, silently thanking you for loving him. the hand on your waist rubs circles into your skin, wishing to reciprocate your actions.

passionate kisses

you nervously waited for lucas, outside his gate at the airport. you shifted your weight from each foot as you looked around, in case he had to come out from another exit. your attention was pulled to the gate in front of you, a loud call of your name echoing in the airport. lucas was rushing towards you, his smile wide as he opens his arms. you yelped as he lifted you, spinning you around as he cheered. he quickly puts you down, his big hands cupping your cheeks as he captures your lips in a deep kiss, pouring the emotions of the last month into it.

hand kisses

sitting in his lap, your back against his chest, it was inevitable that you ended up fiddling with his hands. his long fingers were entertaining, the size almost comical. lucas had clearly had enough, his hands coming around yours, gripping them. this effectively stopped your movements. you turn in his lap, him still holding your hands. as you lean on one of his shoulders, he lifts your hand, kissing the fingertips. he murmurs how much he loves your hands, giggling as you hide your face in his shoulder in embarrassment.

cheek kisses

the radio was playing softly as you and jeno were cleaning up after dinner. neither of you were talking, the comfortable silence filling the room.

the song changes to a love ballad, jeno smiling at the lilting notes. he walks over to you, gently pulling the plate you were currently holding out of your hands, placing it down. he replaces it with his own hand, tugging you to the centre of the kitchen. his smile is wide as he wraps your arms around his neck, his own snaking around your waist.